People will never forget how you made them feel. In a realm of fiction & pretend, we’re scarred by the real. All scars aren’t bad, healing took place. Eternally inspiring growth then peeling my face. Asking how can I help when I kneel in his place. How can I touch lives before the devil is successful in stealing my race. What is your legacy, what have you done that can’t be erased? I pride myself in giving bottomless love that’s like a drug that’s been laced. A controlled insanity, an absence of gravity. & In the moment when Heaven is grabbing me. I’m proud of how they’ll judge me. My past is littered with people who still love me.